Gotcha Date:March 4th 2011Likes:Belly rubs, ear rubsPet-Peeves:BathsFavorite Toy:He doesn't like toys much, but loves liver treatsFavorite Food:Raw chicken or fishFavorite Walk:Trailing in the woods :)Best Tricks:LOL just obedience commands.Arrival Story:I adopted Bruce because he was the only dog not barking, jumping at or begging for attention from people seeking the "right" dog. He laid at the floor of his kennel just looking pitiful. When I visited with him, he flopped onto his back for belly rubs and gave me his paw. He was 75 lbs - 20 lbs underweight. A gentle giant.Bio:Bruce was DNA tested for breed because of his coloring (landlords wanted to make sure he wasn't a rottweiler). He is a bloodhound crossed with a catahoula leopard mix.Forums Motto:Here's BRUCEEEThe Last Forum I Posted In:Senior Dog with Allergies switching to raw
Bruce was a pound rescue who was surrendered at 20 lbs underweight. He has hip & elbow dysplasia. If you met him today, you would never guess he's ever suffered!

Just Keep The Dog

I am a dog. I've lived about four human years and have journeyed half the country with many exciting adventures. My pack, also known as a "family" to people, consists of a mother and her two pups. Well, she calls them "kids" so I suppose that is a more appropriate term. I also suppose I should include the three weasels she added to the pack one at a time shortly after I joined. The mother seems to have a liking for animals. It's not a bad thing or I wouldn't be in the picture telling this story.

And as much as I find myself complaining many times about this pack, I have also found that my life is good. I eat a full meal twice a day and am able to scavenge whatever scraps is available when no one is looking, get daily walks outdoors where I can explore scents of all varieties (I am half bloodhound and must exercise my skills), have a warm den to live in, bones to chew, and the occasional grooming that I enjoy very much. But life wasn't always this good.

I was born in the wonderful state humans call Mississippi. My mother was a skillful Catahoula Leopard Dog and my sire was of the regal line of Bloodhound. The humans weren't too happy with their litter and decided to give all us pups away. As a young pup, I was very excited to join my very own family....

I am a dog. I've lived about four human years and have journeyed half the country with many exciting adventures. My pack, also known as a "family" to people, consists of a mother and her two pups. Well, she calls them "kids" so I suppose that is a more appropriate term. I also suppose I should include the three weasels she added to the pack one at a time shortly after I joined. The mother seems to have a liking for animals. It's not a bad thing or I wouldn't be in the picture telling this story.

And as much as I find myself complaining many times about this pack, I have also found that my life is good. I eat a full meal twice a day and am able to scavenge whatever scraps is available when no one is looking, get daily walks outdoors where I can explore scents of all varieties (I am half bloodhound and must exercise my skills), have a warm den to live in, bones to chew, and the occasional grooming that I enjoy very much. But life wasn't always this good.

I was born in the wonderful state humans call Mississippi. My mother was a skillful Catahoula Leopard Dog and my sire was of the regal line of Bloodhound. The humans weren't too happy with their litter and decided to give all us pups away. As a young pup, I was very excited to join my very own family....